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The message on my desk said "See Dawn on your way home. Important," so I left work a little early and steered the Audi over to her place.
It's probably more trouble with her husband , I thought. I didn't care much for Jerry. I didn't like his drinking, his drifting around from job to job, his bad temper. Once, Jerry came home and found Dawn in bed with another man and Jerry put them both in the hospital. Why she stayed with him was beyond me.
Dawn and Jerry lived in a trailer park on the reservation, with most of the trailers set aside as "vacation properties" and fixed up nicer than a lot of homes I'd seen. Not too many people lived there year-round so a lot of these mobile homes were vacant. To keep the vandals and the burglars at bay, there was an impressive wall with concertina wire, armed security at the gate, and cameras everywhere. The unsmiling guard examined both sides of my license and watched as I filled out the two page "visitors form". I've had less trouble and paperwork getting into some foreign countries than I have dropping in on my sister.
Dawn's unit had been built up and developed like the others. There were large, permanent decks front and back, with the back one surrounding a hot tub. The plantings sat in big cedar boxes around a coral-rock fountain. A heavy, carved sign with "THE HOBARTS" hung from a post by the driveway.
As I came up the steps, I noticed the front door was open but the screen was shut. Dawn evidently heard me drive up, because she called out "It's open!" I pulled back the screen and walked in.
My sister laid back on the avacado-colored couch, eating from an enormous back of potato chips and watching TV. A twelve-pack of Olympia rested on the faux-tiger rug within easy reach. Judging by the empties, I'd say she was putting a good dent in the supply.
Dawn was thirty years old, the youngest in our family. She had a few lines, and a few extra pounds around the thighs and belly, but you could tell at once what a stunner she was back in high school. Her blonde hair was still carefully styled, her tan skin a perfect, healthy glow, and her blue eyes as piercing as ever. She wore a grey pair of sweatpants and an old grey work-out jersey from her high school's cross-country team. The bulk of the jersey was doing little to conceal the ample swell of her breasts.
On the screen, two men dressed as priests were trading blow-jobs in a confessional.
"Have a seat," Dawn said, gesturing to the gigantic La-Z-Boy that was Jerry's favorite. "Want a brew?"
"What's the big emergency?" I asked her.
"Jerry's in jail."
"What?"
"Well, he's in the hospital and THEN he's going to be in jail."
"What happen -- can you turn that off for a second?"
Dawn gestured at the screen while giving me a wide-eyed look of innocence. "This? I thought you were into this, Mister Bisexual Stud."
"Gay porn doesn't bug me; the priest thing does. It's creepy."
"It's just a porno, for Chrissake. You take things too seriously." She reached for the remote and snapped off the TV. The only noise was the hum and throb of an over-worked air conditioner.
"So, what happened?" I asked again.
"Jerry went to Boomer's for a pool tournament. He got into a fight and the bartender tried to eighty-six him. Jerry wouldn't leave, so the bartender calls the cops."
"Jesus."
"The cops show up and Jerry still refuses to leave. One of the cops takes him by the arm and starts to escort him out of the place. He's not cuffed or anything, so, when they're walking to the door, Jerry decides he's going to teach everyone a lesson and punch out the front window. He does, and it busts all to shit. But his arm ended up being the real loser. He's got lacerations like you wouldn't believe. I almost puked when I saw the stitches."
"I can imagine."
"So, he's at County General in restraints and with a security guard next to his bed. He lost a lot of blood. When the doctors release him, he's going straight to the lock-up. Do not pass "Go", do not collect $200."
"When are you going to leave him, Sis?"
"That's my business. You know how it is. When he's sober, he's great. When he isn't ..." she trailed off and took another pull off of her beer.
"So, what am I doing here?"
"Jerry's going to get fired, for sure. I could use a little help with the rent until he's working again."
"Done."
"And I thought you and I could get naked and have some fun."
"Forget it."
"Why not?"
"We made a deal a long time ago that it was going to stop when one of us got married. Well, we're BOTH married now, and I'm not interested in getting my face smashed in like Paul did."
"Paul was a mistake, OK? Jerry's in the hospital. I'm not about to post bail. No one is going to walk in on us."
"I've never cheated on my wife."
"Don't think of it as cheating on her. Think of it as doing your sister a favor. What am I supposed to do the whole time Jerry is in jail? Just go without? Bullshit! Besides, it's safer with you."
"How so?"
"Well, you've had a vasectomy, you don't have any diseases. We know each other. You're ... you know ... safer."
"I'm crazy to be even listening to this."
"We had a good time back in high school, didn't we? Tell me you never think back on it."
"That would be a lie," I admitted. A lie and a gross understatement. The truth was I thought about the sex I had with my sister a lot, almost to the exclusion of all other fantasies. We lost our virginities to each other and went on to learn about our bodies and do lots of sexual exploration together. She was even there the first time I gave a man a blow-job. He was a boy she'd brought home from college. Every time I masturbated, I always pictured Dawn on top of me, waggling those huge tits in my face.
"I'll need one of those beers first," I said, nodding toward the half-rack on the rug.
Dawn beamed. "THAT'S the spirit!"
"And put on something besides the gay priests."
"There's a gang-bang DVD over there that would give a wet dish-towel a hard-on," she said. "Go get it."
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The girl on the screen threw her head back in ecstasy as her black lover pulled his enormous cock from her lips and started spurting out ropes of come all over her neck and chest. A short, well-muscled man stepped into the frame and added his own ejaculation to her come-spattered tits. The camera angle cut away to the two other dicks that thrust simultaneously into her glistening pussy and asshole.
Dawn and I were together on the couch, passing a beer back and forth. I wore only my T-shirt and my underwear. My exploring hands told me Dawn wore nothing under her old track sweats. My left hand wandered over her tits and played with her nipples.
"My tits are getting saggy," she murmured. "I'm getting old."
"They feel pretty good from here," I told her. Actually, they felt fantastic. Memories of high school came flooding back.
"Well, THIS guy hasn't lost any of his friskiness over the years," she said, patting my erection through the fabric.
"If you say so."
"I know so. In fact, let's get past these preliminaries and ..." she slid off the couch and arranged herself so that her face was poised over my crotch. She pulled the fabric of my underwear back to get at my cock, which sprang up to meet her. Smiling, she parted her lips and eagerly sucked my prick.
I groaned and set the beer down on the windowsill.
"You like it?" she teased.
"Love it. Between the movie and this, it may be a short visit."
"Well, I hate competition," she said, turning off the TV. She stood and peeled off the sweat shirt. Her enormous breasts with their pale-pink nipples came into view. My cock lurched. She stepped out of the sweat pants, and I saw the downy covering of pale pubic hair that covered her sweet cunt.
"Now you," she smiled. "Off with everything."
I quickly shed my clothes and she climbed on top of me. We kissed, and it was like falling into a time machine. All of a sudden, we were back at our parent's house, urgently feeding our forbidden desires.
As my hands roamed over her buttocks, she broke the kiss long enough to say, "I know ... I've got a huge ass."
"Will you stop with the put-downs? It's not healthy."
"Well, I don't have the same body I did back then."
"If you did, you'd probably kill me."
"Ha! What about you, Mister Stud? You used to shoot off three or four times in one session!"
"Don't expect a performance like that today."
She giggled. "Remember the time we fucked in Mom and Dad's bed?"
"I sure do."
"Call me sick, but I really want to be fucked in my bed. Fuck me in the bed Jerry fucks me in."
"You're sick."
Leaving our clothes where they fell, we went into the bedroom. Like most mobile homes, the king sized bed dominated the space, leaving only a slender walk-around room. Dawn perched on the edge of the bed and spread her thighs enticingly.
"Lick me first?"
"Anything you want."
"I'm sure you remember how I like it."
"Yes, but we seem to be missing something."
"Oh, no, we're not ..." she reached into a drawer and produced a huge, purple, double-headed dildo. It had to be at least 18 inches long.
When we were younger, Dawn always wanted me to lick her clit while fucking her hole at the same time. We didn't have dildoes or vibrators, but we learned to improvise. We tried candles, cucumbers, bananas, hair brushes, and even a slim bottle of hair conditioner once. She bought her first dildo when she was a freshman in college.
I knelt so that my feet were in the doorway. It was the only place in the tiny room to be on the floor and facing her. She squeezed a dollop of flavored lubricant on to one end of the dildo, handed it to me, and then sank back in anticipation. I didn't think the monster was going to go in, but it pushed in easily. She didn't want much, only a couple of inches of it, and then she murmured a little "Mmm-hmm," to let me know she was ready.
I watched in fascination as I sawed the dildo in and out of her clasping cunt. She was already glistening all over, and it didn't take much teasing with my tongue to make her clit pop out into a full erection. Then, the old familiar patterns came back into place. First, I would suck on her clit, then do gentle little butterfly licks, then I would grab her clit between two fingers and gently jerk it as if it were a miniature cock. Then do big, sweeping, flat-tongued licks before sucking her clit and starting the pattern anew. During all this, I was to slowly but firmly fuck her with the dildo.
"Lick me, big brother. Oh, shit, lick me," she moaned. I kept up my routine: suck, fast little licks, jerk the clit, big soft tongue, suck ... Dawn moaned between clenched teeth and clawed at the bed, gathering big wads of sheets between her clenched fists.
Soon, she panted "Now! Do it!!!" and I knew that was my signal to fuck more of the dildo into her, increase the pace, and to bring my teeth into play to nibble at her hard clit.
She almost screamed, but she clamped her jaw shut before too much sound came out. As the first spasm of her orgasm hit her, she jerked her hips upward in a violent convulsion that almost knocked one of my teeth loose. Halt-salty liquid splashed my lips and chin. I eagerly ate it up.
When she regained some of her composure, I asked "When did youTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
It's probably more trouble with her husband , I thought. I didn't care much for Jerry. I didn't like his drinking, his drifting around from job to job, his bad temper. Once, Jerry came home and found Dawn in bed with another man and Jerry put them both in the hospital. Why she stayed with him was beyond me.
Dawn and Jerry lived in a trailer park on the reservation, with most of the trailers set aside as "vacation properties" and fixed up nicer than a lot of homes I'd seen. Not too many people lived there year-round so a lot of these mobile homes were vacant. To keep the vandals and the burglars at bay, there was an impressive wall with concertina wire, armed security at the gate, and cameras everywhere. The unsmiling guard examined both sides of my license and watched as I filled out the two page "visitors form". I've had less trouble and paperwork getting into some foreign countries than I have dropping in on my sister.
Dawn's unit had been built up and developed like the others. There were large, permanent decks front and back, with the back one surrounding a hot tub. The plantings sat in big cedar boxes around a coral-rock fountain. A heavy, carved sign with "THE HOBARTS" hung from a post by the driveway.
As I came up the steps, I noticed the front door was open but the screen was shut. Dawn evidently heard me drive up, because she called out "It's open!" I pulled back the screen and walked in.
My sister laid back on the avacado-colored couch, eating from an enormous back of potato chips and watching TV. A twelve-pack of Olympia rested on the faux-tiger rug within easy reach. Judging by the empties, I'd say she was putting a good dent in the supply.
Dawn was thirty years old, the youngest in our family. She had a few lines, and a few extra pounds around the thighs and belly, but you could tell at once what a stunner she was back in high school. Her blonde hair was still carefully styled, her tan skin a perfect, healthy glow, and her blue eyes as piercing as ever. She wore a grey pair of sweatpants and an old grey work-out jersey from her high school's cross-country team. The bulk of the jersey was doing little to conceal the ample swell of her breasts.
On the screen, two men dressed as priests were trading blow-jobs in a confessional.
"Have a seat," Dawn said, gesturing to the gigantic La-Z-Boy that was Jerry's favorite. "Want a brew?"
"What's the big emergency?" I asked her.
"Jerry's in jail."
"What?"
"Well, he's in the hospital and THEN he's going to be in jail."
"What happen -- can you turn that off for a second?"
Dawn gestured at the screen while giving me a wide-eyed look of innocence. "This? I thought you were into this, Mister Bisexual Stud."
"Gay porn doesn't bug me; the priest thing does. It's creepy."
"It's just a porno, for Chrissake. You take things too seriously." She reached for the remote and snapped off the TV. The only noise was the hum and throb of an over-worked air conditioner.
"So, what happened?" I asked again.
"Jerry went to Boomer's for a pool tournament. He got into a fight and the bartender tried to eighty-six him. Jerry wouldn't leave, so the bartender calls the cops."
"Jesus."
"The cops show up and Jerry still refuses to leave. One of the cops takes him by the arm and starts to escort him out of the place. He's not cuffed or anything, so, when they're walking to the door, Jerry decides he's going to teach everyone a lesson and punch out the front window. He does, and it busts all to shit. But his arm ended up being the real loser. He's got lacerations like you wouldn't believe. I almost puked when I saw the stitches."
"I can imagine."
"So, he's at County General in restraints and with a security guard next to his bed. He lost a lot of blood. When the doctors release him, he's going straight to the lock-up. Do not pass "Go", do not collect $200."
"When are you going to leave him, Sis?"
"That's my business. You know how it is. When he's sober, he's great. When he isn't ..." she trailed off and took another pull off of her beer.
"So, what am I doing here?"
"Jerry's going to get fired, for sure. I could use a little help with the rent until he's working again."
"Done."
"And I thought you and I could get naked and have some fun."
"Forget it."
"Why not?"
"We made a deal a long time ago that it was going to stop when one of us got married. Well, we're BOTH married now, and I'm not interested in getting my face smashed in like Paul did."
"Paul was a mistake, OK? Jerry's in the hospital. I'm not about to post bail. No one is going to walk in on us."
"I've never cheated on my wife."
"Don't think of it as cheating on her. Think of it as doing your sister a favor. What am I supposed to do the whole time Jerry is in jail? Just go without? Bullshit! Besides, it's safer with you."
"How so?"
"Well, you've had a vasectomy, you don't have any diseases. We know each other. You're ... you know ... safer."
"I'm crazy to be even listening to this."
"We had a good time back in high school, didn't we? Tell me you never think back on it."
"That would be a lie," I admitted. A lie and a gross understatement. The truth was I thought about the sex I had with my sister a lot, almost to the exclusion of all other fantasies. We lost our virginities to each other and went on to learn about our bodies and do lots of sexual exploration together. She was even there the first time I gave a man a blow-job. He was a boy she'd brought home from college. Every time I masturbated, I always pictured Dawn on top of me, waggling those huge tits in my face.
"I'll need one of those beers first," I said, nodding toward the half-rack on the rug.
Dawn beamed. "THAT'S the spirit!"
"And put on something besides the gay priests."
"There's a gang-bang DVD over there that would give a wet dish-towel a hard-on," she said. "Go get it."
++++++++++++++
The girl on the screen threw her head back in ecstasy as her black lover pulled his enormous cock from her lips and started spurting out ropes of come all over her neck and chest. A short, well-muscled man stepped into the frame and added his own ejaculation to her come-spattered tits. The camera angle cut away to the two other dicks that thrust simultaneously into her glistening pussy and asshole.
Dawn and I were together on the couch, passing a beer back and forth. I wore only my T-shirt and my underwear. My exploring hands told me Dawn wore nothing under her old track sweats. My left hand wandered over her tits and played with her nipples.
"My tits are getting saggy," she murmured. "I'm getting old."
"They feel pretty good from here," I told her. Actually, they felt fantastic. Memories of high school came flooding back.
"Well, THIS guy hasn't lost any of his friskiness over the years," she said, patting my erection through the fabric.
"If you say so."
"I know so. In fact, let's get past these preliminaries and ..." she slid off the couch and arranged herself so that her face was poised over my crotch. She pulled the fabric of my underwear back to get at my cock, which sprang up to meet her. Smiling, she parted her lips and eagerly sucked my prick.
I groaned and set the beer down on the windowsill.
"You like it?" she teased.
"Love it. Between the movie and this, it may be a short visit."
"Well, I hate competition," she said, turning off the TV. She stood and peeled off the sweat shirt. Her enormous breasts with their pale-pink nipples came into view. My cock lurched. She stepped out of the sweat pants, and I saw the downy covering of pale pubic hair that covered her sweet cunt.
"Now you," she smiled. "Off with everything."
I quickly shed my clothes and she climbed on top of me. We kissed, and it was like falling into a time machine. All of a sudden, we were back at our parent's house, urgently feeding our forbidden desires.
As my hands roamed over her buttocks, she broke the kiss long enough to say, "I know ... I've got a huge ass."
"Will you stop with the put-downs? It's not healthy."
"Well, I don't have the same body I did back then."
"If you did, you'd probably kill me."
"Ha! What about you, Mister Stud? You used to shoot off three or four times in one session!"
"Don't expect a performance like that today."
She giggled. "Remember the time we fucked in Mom and Dad's bed?"
"I sure do."
"Call me sick, but I really want to be fucked in my bed. Fuck me in the bed Jerry fucks me in."
"You're sick."
Leaving our clothes where they fell, we went into the bedroom. Like most mobile homes, the king sized bed dominated the space, leaving only a slender walk-around room. Dawn perched on the edge of the bed and spread her thighs enticingly.
"Lick me first?"
"Anything you want."
"I'm sure you remember how I like it."
"Yes, but we seem to be missing something."
"Oh, no, we're not ..." she reached into a drawer and produced a huge, purple, double-headed dildo. It had to be at least 18 inches long.
When we were younger, Dawn always wanted me to lick her clit while fucking her hole at the same time. We didn't have dildoes or vibrators, but we learned to improvise. We tried candles, cucumbers, bananas, hair brushes, and even a slim bottle of hair conditioner once. She bought her first dildo when she was a freshman in college.
I knelt so that my feet were in the doorway. It was the only place in the tiny room to be on the floor and facing her. She squeezed a dollop of flavored lubricant on to one end of the dildo, handed it to me, and then sank back in anticipation. I didn't think the monster was going to go in, but it pushed in easily. She didn't want much, only a couple of inches of it, and then she murmured a little "Mmm-hmm," to let me know she was ready.
I watched in fascination as I sawed the dildo in and out of her clasping cunt. She was already glistening all over, and it didn't take much teasing with my tongue to make her clit pop out into a full erection. Then, the old familiar patterns came back into place. First, I would suck on her clit, then do gentle little butterfly licks, then I would grab her clit between two fingers and gently jerk it as if it were a miniature cock. Then do big, sweeping, flat-tongued licks before sucking her clit and starting the pattern anew. During all this, I was to slowly but firmly fuck her with the dildo.
"Lick me, big brother. Oh, shit, lick me," she moaned. I kept up my routine: suck, fast little licks, jerk the clit, big soft tongue, suck ... Dawn moaned between clenched teeth and clawed at the bed, gathering big wads of sheets between her clenched fists.
Soon, she panted "Now! Do it!!!" and I knew that was my signal to fuck more of the dildo into her, increase the pace, and to bring my teeth into play to nibble at her hard clit.
She almost screamed, but she clamped her jaw shut before too much sound came out. As the first spasm of her orgasm hit her, she jerked her hips upward in a violent convulsion that almost knocked one of my teeth loose. Halt-salty liquid splashed my lips and chin. I eagerly ate it up.
When she regained some of her composure, I asked "When did youTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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